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WHEN DADDY LIGHTS THE TREE.
WE have our share of tips and downs,
Of cares like other folk;
The pocketbook Is sometimes full,
We're sometimes nigh dead broke;
But once a yeur, at Christmas time,
Our hearth Is bright to see;
The baby's hand Jnsl touches heaven
When Daddy lights the tree.
For weeks and weeks the little ones
Have lotted on this hour;
And mother, she has planned for It
Since the summer's sun and shower.
. With here a nickel, there a dime,
Tut by where uoue could see,
A loving hoard against the night
When Daddy lights the tree.
The tiny tapers glow like stars;
They mind us of the flame
That rifted once the steel-blue sky
The morn the Christ-child came;
The blessed angels sang to earth
Above that far conn tree
We think they sing above our hearth
When Daddy lights the tree.
The weest kid In mother's arms
Laughs out and chips her hands,
The rest of us on tiptoe wait;
The grown-up brother stands
Where he can reach the topmost branch,
Our Santa Claus to be,
In that sweet hour of breathless Joy
When Daddy lights the tree.
Our grandpa says 'twas Just as fine
In days when be was young;
For every Christmas ages through
The happy bells have rung.
And Daddy's head Is growing gray.
But yet a boy Is he,
As merry as the rest of us
When Daddy lights the tree.
'TIs love that makes the world go rout
us love tnnt ligntens toll,
TIs love that lays up treasure which
Nor moth nor rust can spoil;
And Love Is In our humble home,
In largesse full and free,
We all are very eliae to heaven
When Daddy lights the tree.
Woman's Home Companion.
The Christmas Guest
had prepared a supper which the trav
eler seemed to relish with a zest that be
tokened a keen appetite. Having finished
his meal he relit his pipe, drew his chair
near the fire and became more communi
cative. "You seem to be a conversable man,"
said the host, "and I'm proud of your
company; if you like to sleep under this
roof to-night you are heartily welkini,
and we'll spend a pleasant Christmas day
together."
"You are too kind, sir," said the
stranger. "But I accept the invitation."
"Of course,," said the farmer, "you'll
have to take pot luck with us; he have no
dainties to offer you, but there was a
time when a prince couldn't find fault
with our table on Christmas day, when
we could spread before you turkey, geese,
ham, lamb and almost every delicacy un
der the blessed sun, but them times have
passed away like the snow."
"God bless you and your good wife, sir,
for the cordial welcome you have given
to the poor stranger. It reminds me of
the gay old times when I was a happy
boy under the roof-tree of my parents,
when we loved to pass the Christmas eve
by tho cheerful fireside, singing the old
songs of our persecuted laud, and listen
ing to the ghost stories and the fairy
tales until the hour arrived to attend the
midnight mass. In. an evil hour I was
caught with my pike while attending a
moonlight drill in the mountain gap. A
mock trial took place, and a packed jury
found me guilty of high treason. I was
loaded with chains and hurried off in a
convict ship to Western Australia. I es
caped, and after many perils I was re
ceived with open arms in the land of the
Stars and Stripes by my expatriated
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Oh, merry and brave Is the mistletoe bough
When winter storm winds blow.
And tho clouds hang heavy with snow,
Like glittering pearls are my berries now,
Their dark green leaves below.
GOOD FOR SOMETHING.
How the Maine Fir Forests Are Turned
Into Gold.
A It M E It S in
Maine say that
while the Creator
no doubt meant all
right when He
made a Dr tree,
they can find no
use for one. It has
too many limbs to
make it profitable
for cord wood, and
when cut the grain
is so coarse that it
burns without giv
ing out enough bent
to keep a room
warm or boil the
tea kettle. All the
trees which are
mm
large enough to make timber are hollow
and full of ants, and it is a saying in
Maine that "a whole township of fir is
THE ROOFS OF EUROPE.
out a mould and will require the same
time allowed for cooking. Christma
puddiugs should be made at least six days
before they are required for the table.
When a pudding is taken out of tho pot
hang it up immediately and put a plate or
saucer underneath to catch the water
that may drain from it. The day it is to
bt enten plnnire It into bnilinj wntor ptid
keep it boiling for at least "two hours,
then turn it out of the mould and serve
with bvandy sauce. On Christmas day
place a sprig of holly in the middle of
the pudding and pour about two wine
glassfuls of brandy around it Light this
at the moment of serving.
This amount will serve fourteen or six
teen people. Halve recipe for smaller
number. Five or six of these puddings
should bo made at one time, as they will
keep for many weeks, and are suitable
for festive occasions until March.
A FEW GIFT SUGGESTIONS.
Clever Fingers Can Devise Some Very
Attractive Presents.
Hat boxes, padded and perfumed and
covered with flowered cretonne, or paint
ed silk, are made by the beauty-loving
maiden for her' airy theater bonnets, her
plumed hat and other perishable head
gear. An odd penwiper has a cover of ooze
leather, with a picture of a prcternatur
ally wise looking owl writing a letter as
the pokerwork design. The leather is
cut to silhouette the head and tail feath
ers of the bird, giving an amusing and
grotesque effect.
Toys for men are' not uncommon this
season. Cigars and cigarettes packed in
such perfect imitation of real cigar
and
THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.
B
KAUTF.OUS Start once brightly beam
lug In the far-off Orient clime;
SI 111 thy brilliant rayH are streaming
Down the minster-aisles of time.
Not alone, thou heavenly beacon,
For the Magi dost thou shine;
Not alone they heed thy token.
Hastening to Messiah's shrine.
We who dwell in later ages,
Hail the glorious Savior's birth;
We, with Oriental sages,
Bearing gifts, would hasten forth.
Not with Incense and with spices,
Shall our offerings be given;
Broken hearts for sacrifices,
Better please the Lord of heaven.
Oh! we love to bear the story,
How the Lord of life and light,
Left his blissful home In glory,
To Illumine earth's dark night.
Shine thou on, Oh, starry stranger;
Tell the aged and the young,
Of the Infant In the manger.
Of the song the angels sung.
Look to heaven. Oh, weary pllprim,
Kre life's desert sands are crossed;
Thou canst see the Star of Bethlehem,
Shining 'mid the heavenly host.
Shine thou on, Oh, heavenly beacon.
To remotest regions shine,
Till nil nations thou shnlt beckon.
To Messiah's lowly snrlne;
Chicago Times-Herald.
INFLUENCE
SANTA CLAUS.
The Good Which the Holiday
Does Children.
Myth
iT is not well to alto
gether overthrow the
Santa Claus myth,
for an immense mor
al influence dwells in
it. The belief, which
is very general
among children, that
his favor depends up
on their good beha
vior, has on unoijual
ch! soothlnxr rton'er
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